Too nauseous to do anything.
I think the puking season is back.
And back for good.
Don't think I get to muay thai or floorball training tomorrow.
"Dear World:
I found someone better: but he's already gone. There are a hundred ways to tell him. But the embarrassment would just last forever. Am I too late? He came closer on Sunday - hopefully deliberately. I guess he gets a hint of what's happening. Next year he'll be gone. I'll be going to school without anything much to look forward to. But I wish him the best. For his exams and all - because I know he does his best. He never denies failure but neither does he fall because of it. Go go go.
I'll be praying for you, watching from a corner.
Love,
The Girl Who Bumped Into You: Because of Whitney."